Oh....?

I've never understood mortal fascination with the 'bittersweet' and 'fleeting joys.' Is it to help old fools like you find grace among the rot of death?

That face... You must be the fourth of our kind. But I shall be the last.

After the split, the sky god and Astral god went to war with each other. Each hoping to meld with the other and achieve ascendance, their proxy wars continued throughout our history.

Do you mean that your mind is cloudy?

Nearly a third of your body has been eaten away. And the corruption slowly grows, even as we speak... Who knew the Otherworld was so powerful.

Start talking. I can examine him on-site.

God, life—anything and everything is without meaning!

The transformation has already begun.

Here I thought you might have something interesting to impart. Get out of my sight and exercise your free will to die.

This type doesn't usually have tails... Must be a sub-species of Erune or, more likely, a mutation.

Paradise Lost!

Even I've never seen a being with twelve wings. So I'll grant you the honor of helping me gather data on the subject.

I'll be using your power. Paradise Lost!

🎶Then what, meaning lies in life? What becomes of that question?

What acts as catalyst? Astral flesh? Or is there something unique about this specific specimen?

The apocalypse shall be a product of my free will. Now, waste away forgotten with the rest of your ilk.

An interior volumetrically incongruent with the structure's exterior measurements, and built of material from the dawn of time.

I simply pursued functionality. Only you would be so self-absorbed as to label it art.

What a disappointment. I hope the rest of you perform better.

It's been a while since you last obliged us with your presence, Demiurge.

I'm wondering, whelp, do you know what eternity is? Or is your title just empty air?

Retreating? First logical move I've seen you make.

The mass necessary to destroy that boundary already exists within Pandemonium. Everything necessary for my grand finale is moving into place.

Hunh... Gave me Lucifer's body, did you?

Futile. You were made for death.

🎶Give praise, for he has no equal.

Urgh!

I've decided to adopt your proposal. The difference between the primarchs' desires and abilities should provide mutual interference at sufficiently random intervals...